When I was in high school, a few years back, I came across a book full of B/W photographs, little that I knew back then, those photographs belonged to the great Maestro:H.C.Bresson. I just couldn't believe how expressive photography could be, and to be sincere, that book started it all actually.
Back then, I had the fortune to get an old Pentax camera (K1000) from my uncle at not so much. At school, an art high school in Italy, I found an old dark room, who had been unused for at least five-six years time. I decided to clean it from top to bottom, and then again from bottom to top, mold was practically everywhere in the room especially in the trays. The machinery still worked pretty good, and even if it was an igloo in the winter or a sauna in the summer, I started spending entire days in that little room. It was a small city, and finding someone who could teach me how to develop a film or print photographic paper, was practically impossible. So i started to read books and try. Spend the money that I had in Paper and chemicals and experimented a lot. Almost five years have passed since I've started to take photographs. I still believe that photography has a kind of mystery to it, like a painter whose brush is his eye, we are all at the search of something hidden or untold. A good photograph, is like a good movie, it doesn't need a lot of words, everything you have to know is already told, by lines, forms, light, position, composition and so on.
I still have to learn a lot, I still want to learn a lot, I still have the dream to live through taking pictures.